I am a girl. I don't only write poetry. I give verdicts too and short comments on life experiences.
Worst Day. He called at three "I can't come over." I called at six He had died. #15words
Cafe Her beauty surpasses the aroma of fresh coffee and grandma cookies; blends naturally with the pieces of art hung way up; a magical puzzle put to #life. This big brown-black mass of hair sends a tingle of excitement down my throat peace,bliss..a form of Utopia; as she stares deeply into my pair. She penetrates into me without a single touch and now I know she's the one Her walk,her talk,her fingers...that's not all ....in this safe haven i shall have my tea while I'm tucked away in a tangle of emotions.
Lost. Twenty days thirty nights You've been away I've gone astray Need your love Come back today.
Kawney
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